Home Alone, Part Deux

      Please re – read Part I and recall the gentle breeze brushing my warm lips before caressing my eager nose with a luscious scent of classy perfume… satin ladies reappearing and the peacefulness overcoming my exhausted cells…the visit by the police…   About three am, I woke up suddenly, startled by a noise at the computer in my study, possibly an email notification or IM buzz.  Memo Read More

Home Alone. I Think

    After spending the day operating on hearts, I met a friend for dinner and a glass of cab, and then headed home to crash.  Thought about editing my novel a little, but my creative juices leaked out and the reservoir was empty.  Hard to be creative when your hands are inside someone’s chest cavity for hours on end.  While driving down the street to my home, I noticed a police car parked about two h Read More